Alma

You could not wait any longer for Leon to get back from work. What could be taking him so long? It was a Friday evening, usually he was already home by this time. 

You were getting impossibly needy. The throbbing between your thighs along the sharp, precise pain in your abdomen refusing to go away. The soft sounds of your breaths were getting shorter and quicker. The cool brightness of your phone screen lit up your face in the dim livingroom, as you took your phone from the cushion next to you and texted Leon. 

Where are you??? You better have a damn good reason┃

Your intense typing was suddenly interrupted by a drop of water falling on the phone screen. Was the rain leaking through the ceiling? 

Nope! A couple tears of frustration were slowly rolling down your warm cheeks. Oh come on, so embarrassing! A grown woman crying out of pure neediness for a man… 

Before you could mentally beat yourself up further for being so overly emotional, you heard the lock on the front door click open. You launched yourself up from your previous spot at the speed of a rocketship, the tears long forgotten.

The sight you were met with in the hallway nearly made you fall onto your knees. Leon Kennedy standing tall, his back towards you. Hair a shade darker than normal, being damp from the intense rain. Shiny leather jacket hugging his buff arms perfectly. Damp jeans clinging onto the mass of his thighs. 

As soon as the heavy boots were off of Leon's feet and put neatly on the shoe rack to dry, he turned to face you. Giving him no time to settle, you jumped on him and started peppering his face with aggressive kisses, the rough stubble on his jaw tickling your lips. You weren’t sure if you wanted to slap or kiss him, but chose to go with the latter. 

“Hmf … well hello to you too!” Leon muffled against your mouth as your lips moved from his jaw to his lips, not bothering to push you away from him. “Shhhh…” You pulled back briefly  to shush him by pressing your palm against his mouth. “Don’t.., just don’t”, you shook your head and dove back in eagerly. 

Leon felt your hands travelling up his arms and finally settling around his neck. You shifted your hands to the back of his head and tugged at his damp hair, earning a muffled grunt from him.

Finally you pulled back. Partially because you were still angry with him for coming home so late and wanted some answers, but partially because you felt like you’d just run a marathon. 

Your eyes met his icy blue irises, and you had to stay seriously strong to not completely melt under his intense, yet soft gaze.

 “So… what took you so long? Y’know, I’ve been waiting for you literally forrreeeever! I’m seriously mad at you, Leon”, you took a step back and crossed your arms in front of your chest defensively. Just maybe using them to push your boobs together. No comment. 

Leon raised his eyebrows at you, “You didn’t seem mad”. He then huffed in amusement, tried (and failed) to stop a smug grin from spreading on his face, “maybe I should make you mad more often if I get greeted with this much passion”

He quickly noticed that you weren’t as amused as he was. To be fair, he did owe you an explanation. It wasn’t right to keep you waiting all alone for an unknown reason. He took your hands into his and held them so impossibly gently, like you were made of porcelain. 

“You know, I left work around the same time I normally do, but as I was driving I noticed this little girl, like eight years old at most, on the sidewalk all alone. She looked upset and was standing in the pouring rain without an umbrella. So, I pulled over and asked if she was alright”, 

You lifted your eyes away from Leon’s hands holding yours and shot him a curious look, silently urging him to keep telling the story. “She told me that she missed her bus, and her phone was out of battery. I asked her if she knew where her parents worked so I could maybe drop her off there. I didn’t want to appear too intrusive by straight up asking her home address,” Leon chuckled dryly, “...thankfully, she knew that her mother works at the library. I gave her – Hailey, that’s her name – a ride there, and we went in together to find her mom. She seemed very thankful I brought Hailey to her safe”

You almost teared up at the heartwarming story, but there was a way stronger feeling inside you that you couldn’t push aside. It most definitely had something to do with the sharp pain still reminding you of its existence in your abdomen. You unconsciously pressed your thighs together tightly. The image in your head of Leon taking care of a lost kid had you feeling like you needed to give him his own child right here, right now. Wait, whoa. What’s gotten into you – hell, you’re not sure you even want kids!

Leon was starting to grow worried at your sudden quietness and detached his hands from yours to lift your chin up with his index finger, “...You okay?” He asked carefully, trying to read your mysterious expression. 

Finally you opened your mouth to speak your mind, your words escaping from your lips much more loudly than you intended, making Leon almost flinch in surprise, “Fuck, Leon! I’ve been sitting here all day waiting for you – feeling like my ovaries are about to burst, trying to stay at least somewhat sane, and you come in here looking all wet and sexy, telling me how you helped some random girl find her mommy, proving how incredibly caring you are! Can your stupidly handsome head even begin to grasp how attractive that is?” 

You grip him by the collar of his leather jacket and attempt to shake him back and forth dramatically. He lifted his arms above his head in surrender, “Sorry! … Or something? Are you mad at me or not?”, he looked down at you helplessly, confusion now very clear on his face. 

“I’m about to be, if I don’t see you in the bedroom with your shirt off in two minutes”, you release your grip on the rough fabric of his jacket. His eyes widened at your sharp order and he hurriedly took the upmost garment off. You watch him with a pleased smile as he jogged to the bathroom to wash his hands. You almost find yourself too pleased with the way he takes care of his hygiene, before realising that washing your hands is quite literally the bare minimum. You scoff at your ovulation-induced thoughts and make your way to the bedroom.

You removed your cozy loungewear outfit, tossing the clothes mindlessly onto the floor. You’ll fold them away later. Your dark lacy bra held your breasts gracefully, the fabric matching with your panties. You’ve been waiting for this all day long, of course you came prepared. 

After like a minute, Leon showed up to the bedroom, shirtless, like you asked. Just on time, took him under two minutes. Perfect. 

The sight in front of Leon made him dizzy. Was it just his imagination playing tricks on him, or did you really have a glowing aura around you, like an angel? You were seated on the edge of the firm mattress, fluttering your lashes at him, legs crossed on top of each other. Leaning back on your elbows with a subtle arch to your back to emphasize the curve of your boobs.

“Sit.”, You signaled him to get onto the bed with you and go lean against the bedframe. He obeyed with a quick nod of his head. You fluff the pillows behind his back to make him more comfortable. He flashed you a soft smile. Before Leon had the chance to ask what happens next, you moved on top of him to straddle his lap. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I woke up this morning”, you confessed and planted a hand on Leon’s chest to lean forward, then cup his cheek with the other. You felt him nuzzle his head against your warm touch. “I’ve been dreaming of you all day” You began pressing slow, affectionate kisses around Leon’s face and whispering praise between each peck

“Your face, your nose, your lips”, a kiss to his forehead. “your arms, your abs”, to his temple. “your back, your thighs and especially your cock”, you finished your attack of kisses by meeting his lips. He whimpered into the kiss, embarrassingly flustered at your praise. You didn’t mind that at all.

“Have you been aching all day, hmm? Want me to make it better?”, Leon didn’t let you answer before whining, “please let me make it better, please baby I’ll be so good to you”

Now it's your turn to get flustered. You loved to hear Leon begging for you – who wouldn’t? 

You only got yourself to nod at his pleas, words getting stuck in your throat. You changed your position, sitting directly on top of the tent that had formed on Leon’s jeans. You’d have him take them off soon, but you had to tease him first. You just couldn’t help yourself. It was almost better than the actual sex.

Speaking of teasing, you began sloooowly rocking your hips back and forth, the sensation emitting satisfied gasps from the both of you. The rough denim felt incredible against your aching clit through your thin panties.

Leon’s big hands found your hips and he pressed you down to gain more friction as you kept moving against him at a steady pace. Soon, his breaths became quicker and more shallow, the very tips of his ears turning pink. You dove in and kissed him deeply to hide the mischievous grin spreading on your face. You knew he was getting close already. 

Like clockwork, Leon let out a pathetic groan and pulled back from the kiss, looking at you all glassy-eyed, “waitwaitwait, angel, fuck – slow down” he swallowed thickly before shyly admitting, “you gotta stop, or I … won’t last long”

You wanted to mess with him, you really did, but chose to save it for another time. You were too impatient today and swallowed your pride. “Oh yeah?”, you nodded at him and steadied yourself by planting your hands against the mattress on either side of Leon’s head, lifting your hips. 

Your action uncovered a wet patch that had formed on the front of Leon’s jeans, mostly from your own arousal. Neither of you said anything about it, but it definitely didn’t go unnoticed. “Take your pants off, then”, you stated firmly, moving on from the mouth-watering sight under you.

Leon’s shaky hands fumbled with his belt for a few seconds, which felt like hours, before he got to the zipper and slid his dark jeans down to his calves – the fabric still being a bit damp here and there from the earlier rain making the task more challenging – then kicking them off to the floor somewhere near the pile that consisted of the rest of your discarded clothes. 

You got up on your knees, with your legs still caging Leon’s body between them. You had to pause for a brief moment to admire the man. You literally felt your mouth watering.

Leon swore he could see the gears in your head shifting right before you plopped down to lie next to him. He couldn’t resist your plump, glistening lips and pulled you in for another heated kiss. His dick was painfully hard at this point, causing helpless grunts and moans to arise from his throat.

“Mmh, please, Leeeon”, you whined into the kiss. He cocked a brow at you, “Please what? I need you to be more specific, honey” You hated having to directly tell him what you needed, it made you impossibly shy for some reason. “Need- I need your fingers, Leon …”, you trailed off and tried shying away from him by burying your face into the crook of nis neck. You heard him chuckle at your sudden shyness and felt a hand petting your hair comfortingly.

“Your wish is my command”, he exclaimed proudly, making you bite back a laugh. What a charmer. Without wasting any more time, Leon propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand sliding down your stomach, until it reached your panties and slipped right underneath.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back against the fluffy pillows, feeling him run two hands along your folds, his thumb rubbing steady circles on your clit. “No, open your eyes. You gotta look”, Leon whispered firmly as he planted an encouraging kiss on your temple. You reluctantly opened your eyes and glanced down, the sight of his hand moving under your flimsy panties caused you to shiver all over.

“You are so wet! I’m afraid my hand is about to drown. An emergency snorkel would’ve come in handy! All this for me?”, you rolled your eyes at Leon’s teasing but nodded your head anyway, too focused on feeling his fingers prodding at your entrance to actually register what he said. “Uh-huh, yeah, what- whatever” 

Just as you were about to grip his wrist and shove his fingers inside yourself, he slid the two digits in with ease. You almost got worried he might be able to read your mind. Or maybe the frustrated huffs falling from your lips gave him a hint of what you wanted.

He started rather slow, but quickly increased the pace. A lewd squelching filling the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the bedroom. “Is this okay?” Leon asked to ensure giving you exactly what you needed. “Mmhf, yea … just– could you go a bit harder, please?”

And he did exactly that. Keeping the pace at least somewhat the same as before, now plunging into you at an increased force. You were seeing stars.

You tangled your fingers with the hairs on the back of Leon's head, tugging and pulling, while gripping the cotton sheet with your other hand. You gave Leon’s head a push to get his lips on yours. You took his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a few experimental nibbles, making him moan softly into your mouth. Success!

Your walls began clamping around Leon’s fingers, so he began coaxing you over the finish line, “C’mon make a mess on my hand, will you?” your kisses got gradually weaker as the euphoric feeling of pure bliss finally washed over you. You had to pull away to catch your breath. That was surprisingly intense - not that you were complaining. You felt Leon retract his fingers out of you, frowning at the sudden emptiness.

He casually sucked your juices off of his two fingers. Hot. Then turned to look at you with half-lidded eyes, his gaze laced with worry, “Did that make your cramps better at all? Does it still hurt?”

Oh. Right – the cramps. The sharp, mean pain had completely slipped from your mind as soon as you got Leon all to yourself. Now that you really paid attention to it, there was a faint ache left. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as before. Apparently sex doesn’t only help with period cramps, but ovulation cramps too. Is that really how it works, or is it just the effect Leon has on you? You're not sure.

You clear your throat before answering his question, “Yes, it actually helped. The ache is still there, but it’s just lingering. Doesn’t hurt like it did before.” Leon sighed in relief and sat up to run his fingers through his hair. “That doesn’t mean I'm done with you, though” you smirk and pull him on top of you.

“I like the sound of that”, he smiles and cages you between his arms. You glance down between your bodies, signaling him to remove his boxers. He also slides your panties down your legs in a swift motion while he’s at it. 

Then, to your surprise, he leans over to the side and grabs a condom from the top drawer of his bedside table. You reach up to hold his hair back, away from his eyes as he returns to hover over you. 

He raises his brows at your doubtful expression, “What? Did you wanna go raw?” He tilts his head as you shyly nod, avoiding eye contact.

He sighs. “Baby, we really should use protection, especially during this time of your cycle”, gently stroking your cheek with his calloused thumb. “I don’t want you spiraling over a pregnancy scare again. It’s not worth it, and you know that.”

“I don’t need a sex ed from you! I know how my cycle works” You buried your face into your hands and groaned like a teenager getting scolded. You knew he was right – it would be stupidly irresponsible to not use protection. And you’ve already had a couple pregnancy scares in the past. It was not fun. At all.

“I’m not trying to give you a sex ed, honey-” he was cut off when you tore the condom from his hold and ripped the packaging open with your teeth.

“I know, you’re just looking out for me and I appreciate that, but I can’t bring myself to really care right now – fuck, whatever, put this thing on and just get to it, Leon!”

He looked at you momentarily, pupils blown wide at your burst of passion, “Yes, ma’am”

Leon rolled the rubber onto his throbbing length. He glided the tip along your glistening folds, gathering wetness, before aligning himself to your entrance. “Open your legs a little wider, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

You quickly opened your legs as wide as you comfortably could, and then felt him slide himself inside you, inch by inch.

The stretch was heavenly. Leon wasn’t huge, but fairly big, for sure. At least the biggest you’ve seen. You wrapped your legs around Leon’s waist to keep him as close as possible as he started moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you slowly. “Leon … fa- faster, please”, you begged, and he delivered.

“You feel so big inside me”, you gasped softly and pulled him in for a kiss. “My perfect Leon… I love you”, After Leon retracted his tongue from down your throat, he slurred, seemingly out of breath, “I love you too. You feel ssooo good, like you were made specifically for me”

Leon’s hand made its way down between your bodies to play with your clit. After a minute you felt the familiar warm tension coiling fast in your belly, and without warning, it snapped. Your walls spasmed around Leon’s girth rhythmically as you whined in pleasure, making his thrusts uncoordinated and sloppy. Leon pressed a hand to your lower stomach to hold you still, and to feel himself moving inside you. With the way you were squeezing him, it only took a couple more thrusts for Leon to release long, thick strings of cum inside the condom.

He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead and cradled the back of his head as he rested it against your plump boobs. You realized that you were still wearing the lacy bra, but it didn’t matter. It was really pretty and made you feel confident.

After coming down from his high, Leon slowly and carefully pulled out of you, tossing the condom into a bin in the corner. Then turning back to you again, taking in your flustered face. “Are you okay? Want me to get you some water? Run a bath?” He asked and rubbed your thigh soothingly. 

You thought for a while and then smiled, “A bath would be nice” Leon smirked and scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the bathroom bridal style, “But only if you join me”

“You’ve been working so hard lately. You absolutely deserve it. Don’t worry about the cost, the only thing you should be worrying about is not being able to choose which color you want. Go all in and get something real pretty, yeah?”  His deep, reassuring voice echoed in your head as you brought your hands up to properly admire your fresh set of nails. You really had gone all in. You couldn’t even believe the nails on your fingers were yours, you had only dreamt of having such nails. Usually you had gone for a more basic or practical design, but you weren’t so sure if you’d want to ever go back from these. You smiled at yourself and began looking for Leon, excited to show him. 

After searching the whole house with no sight of Leon, you headed to the garage. Of course. He must be working on his bike, and there he was. You quietly opened the side door and were met with the sight of Leon kneeling in front of his black motorbike, wearing dark gray jeans that fit him a bit too well, and a dark blue leather jacket. His hair was a bit of a mess, he must’ve been running his fingers through it to stop it from falling in his eyes while simultaneously trying to not let the oil on his fingers transfer to the dark strands.

He didn’t seem to notice your presence, so you approached him slowly, wanting to really surprise him. When you got close enough, you leaned down at his crouching form and snaked your hands along his shoulders, then around his neck. “Hi, handsome. What’re you up to?” You asked in a teasing tone, scratching the sides of his neck lightly. It sent a shiver down his spine. “Whoa, didn’t see you coming in”, he let out a breathy chuckle. “How was the mall? Found everything you needed?” He turned his head to look at you behind him. You noticed a small streak of black on his left cheek, probably oil or something. Cute. 

You snapped out of your thoughts and hummed in approval to answer his question and then straightened your arms in front of him to show off your nails.

Leon let out a low whistle, “Wow! They look beautiful, angel. How’d you even come up with a design like this?” You giggled warmly at his response and shrugged your shoulders, “I’m a professional designer and my nail tech is the reincarnation of da Vinci.” He smiled and mumbled a quiet “clearly”, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from your fingers. The color of the nails looked phenomenal against your skin tone. Their shape made your fingers look rather yummy. Leon licked his lips and spoke in a raspy voice, the words coming out quieter than he intended, “They look tasty, like candy.” His comment made you get an idea that had you feeling butterflies in your stomach.

You wasted no time and brought your left hand to Leon’s face to cup his cheek. “Open up, honey”, you whispered into his ear. Asking no questions, he parted his lips to let you slide two fingers into his warm mouth. You felt him swirl his tongue around the digits. Then a slight suck. A gentle bite. Oh fuck. You felt the pressure between your thighs increase embarrassingly fast. 

Leon was still in his crouching position, so you easily leaned more of your weight against his broad shoulders, feeling like your knees could give out at any moment. Leon felt your breasts and the additional weight against himself and fought back a smirk. “Hm, fuck, taste like candy too”, he mumbled to tease you even more, his mouth still around your fingers. You tried to slip them out of his mouth, but he was quicker than you and pressed his teeth together, your fingers stuck between his front teeth and his glistening, plump lips. What a sight. 

Without warning, Leon let your fingers go and stoop up. You hurriedly wrapped your arms around his neck since your feet didn’t quite reach the ground as you clung onto his shoulders. You were caught totally off guard and squealed, “Holy shit, Leon!” He laughed in amusement and leaned backwards so you could get back on your feet. You let go of his shoulders and he turned around to face you. He planted his big hands on your hips and lifted you to sit on his bike. You shifted a bit, and Leon came to stand in between your legs. You leaned slightly forward and tried to carefully wipe the dark smudge still on his left cheek. You almost got it off. “Jeez. You’re all dirty”, you scoffed playfully, but couldn’t stop a smile from spreading on your face as you checked him out, “My handsome mechanic boyfriend. So sexy. Oh no, my car broke down in the middle of the road, what will I do now? I wish I had someone to help me!” You teased in an overdramatic voice with an arm over your forehead, earning a breathy giggle from Leon.

You looked deeply into each other's eyes for a short moment, until Leon leaned in to close the gap between you two and kissed you hungrily. You rested your hands against his firm chest and started to slide them down until you reached the hem of his shirt, slipping your hands underneath. You moved your hands up and down over his stomach, lightly scratching with the tips of your nails. You swear you felt him shiver at the sensation. You could feel the dampness in your panties increasing with every kiss and every subtle groan that escaped Leon’s lips. You removed your hands from underneath his shirt and slid them lower – agonizingly slow – and finally began palming the prominent bulge in his dark jeans. Leon’s hips twitched forward and he whimpered in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” You pulled back to catch your breath, but kept your hand firmly pressed against Leon’s crotch, giving it a few teasing squeezes through the rough fabric. Leon closed his eyes briefly to compose himself. When his eyes met yours again, he tilted his head to the side with a curious look on his face, “You look like you wanna say something. What’s on your mind, princess?” You released a deep breath and leaned in to press a quick peck to the corner of Leon’s lips before whispering, “Wanna see how these nails look around your cock?”

"There's no point in spending money on that. I'll help you carry everything. That's what I'm here for." You recalled Leon's voice and his smug grin in your head as you tried massaging the sore muscle in your armpit, the pain radiating to your collarbone and to your breast,  scrunching your face in discomfort. You weren’t even aware it was possible to strain a muscle in your goddamn armpit, let alone your breast! You're pretty sure you strained the muscle while lifting a box heavier than a full grown horse. Secretly, you blamed Leon for it. If he hadn't been so stubborn about doing all the moving yourselves, you wouldn't be having trouble simply moving your arm.

A long sigh left your lips as you sat up and lifted your arms above your head in an attempt to stretch away the soreness. When you straightened your spine to finish the stretch, your eyes caught the pink pillow on the floor, next to your bed. Your heating oat pillow. A small smile appeared on your face, you had the perfect plan to mess with Leon.

You quickly hopped out of bed and grabbed the flabby pillow. You made your way to the kitchen, smiling to yourself as you saw Leon putting the last plate from the big cardboard box to your brand new cupboard. You quietly approached him from behind and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Hi", you whispered sweetly in his ear, "you ready to come to bed?" Leon turned around to face you with a proud smile. "Sure. Just put the very last plate in its place." You got on your tippy toes and gave a soft peck to his lips. You noticed a fair blush appearing on Leon's cheeks, but you decided not to say anything about it. He got flustered so easily, it was honestly adorable. "Perfect, I'm just gonna warm this up." You glanced down at the oat pillow in your hand, "You go ahead and get comfortable, okay?" Leon gave you a small nod, knowing you liked to use the heated pillow for soreness in your neck and shoulders sometimes, and softly pat the top of your head as he walked past you towards your shared bedroom.

You slid between the fresh sheets next to Leon, who looked surprisingly concentrated on the book he was reading. You decided to take advantage of his lack of attention on you, and slowly slid down the straps of your flimsy tank top and lowered the fabric just enough for it to still cover your nipples. You put the warm pillow over your breast and let out an exaggerated sigh, which grabbed Leon's attention, just like you hoped it would, and he lifted his gaze from the book, doing a double take at you. "Wait, huh?" Leon quickly set the book down on his bedside table and leaned back towards you and squinted his eyes, like he wasn't sure he was seeing right. "What's that for?" He gestured at the pillow radiating its warmth across the sore muscles in your chest. “Oh, my oat pillow? It’s for the pain I’m experiencing from lifting those heavy ass boxes, Leon.” You roll your eyes at him, trying to sound casual, but fighting to hold back a smirk. Leon shamelessly stares at your tits for a second before lifting his gaze to meet your eyes. Looking like a kicked puppy, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and hurt. “You know I could’ve happily done that for you, right? What do you even need that pillow for when I’m right here?” He reaches to take the pillow, but you swat his hand away. “Nuh-uh. That pillow is staying right where it is. You’ve lost your boob privileges. Sorry.” You can’t help but notice the confused frown on Leon’s face deepening. “My what? Why?” You shake your head slightly and let out a deep breath. “Maybe, if you would’ve just listened to me and let me hire someone to move the boxes for us so I wouldn’t have had to contribute to that, you could have your hands on me right now.” At this point, you can’t help but let out a giggle at the situation, “Are you seriously jealous of an oat pillow, Leon?”

He looks into your eyes for a second before suddenly crawling over you to get on his knees on the floor on your side of the bed, his expression comically serious, “I’m sorry for being stubborn, truly, I didn’t think the boxes would get so heavy. I’m so sorry, baby, please I’ll give you a massage and all. Whatever you want, ‘s not fair. It's my fault you’re in pain, let me make you feel better” You shrug your shoulders and try to look nonchalant, but as he takes your hand and presses a kiss against each of your knuckles, you can’t help but feel your cheeks getting warm. You take in the sight of Leon on his knees on the floor, looking at you through his unfairly thick lashes. “You’re that eager to touch me? I mean…” You sigh in defeat but turn to meet Leon’s eyes again, flashing him a bright smile “it’d be stupid of me to refuse a massage, wouldn’t it? Come here and get to work then, handsome” You intertwine your fingers with his and tug him towards you. He nearly jumps back on the bed and settles to lean against the pillows, gesturing to you to sit between his legs. You obey and shift to lean your back against his muscular chest, feeling his hands come up your arms immediately, sending a shiver down your spine at the gentle touch of his fingertips. Slowly, his hands find their way to your tits. They push your tank top further down, leaving nothing to the imagination. “So pretty”, he whispers against your ear as he begins to gently knead the sore muscle. “That feel okay?” You let out a satisfied hum, feeling the tension slowly dissolve. “Mhm, so good… thanks, Lee” He smiles at the nickname and gently kisses your temple. “Am I forgiven?” You turn your head back to look at him with a spark in your eye, “for now, if you keep going. Or I might change my mind.” He gives you a gentle squeeze and lets out a low hum “I’ve got all night, baby”